My cell is a womb where new sounds are born,
Despite the wailing, whooping throng;
That darken my door but not for long;
For soon, my love, I shall be home!

Pull me closer, speak to me;
Light up the darkness that I may see!
Many men fail and fall apart - but no! not me! With you in my heart!

In times of grief, when comfort sleeps,
And torment triumphs, shadows are deep;
You come to me in stormy dreams,
And lay a kiss upon my cheek.

Pull me closer, speak to me;
Banish the darkness that I may see!
Many men fail and fall apart - but no! not me! With you in my heart!

Your letters send me skywards,
I'm reaching for the door!
I feel the strength of Summertime,
Within the winds we'll soar!
Pull me closer, speak to me;
Light up the darkness that I may see!
Many men fail and fall apart - but no! not me! With you in my heart!